"Yes, I leave." Pang Yi looks at the bowl of cold soup medicine on the table. He wants to remind Zhong Mingwei to get up and drink the medicine, but it's over.

Gu Changlin is right. Zhong Mingwei's heart is burning. He's afraid that it's useless to drink more medicine.

……

Jiasheng, May 5, 2003.

Dragon Boat Festival.

Jixian bookstore.

In the early morning, Chen Qingxuan drove the donkey cart and sent Meiya and grandma Chen to the Jixian bookstore. Then he went back to the village. There were some books and gifts to be delivered at home. Meiya and grandma Chen stayed in the private school to make zongzi.

"Girl, who did you learn the craft of zongzi?" Grandma Chen looked at Meiya wrapping up triangle zongzi and long zongzi, and praised them all the time

"Once upon a time, I was in the capital "I learned it with my elders," said Meiya with a smile. She stroked the reed leaves and continued to make zongzi. "Her hands are very skillful. She also taught me embroidery."

Once upon a time, in Huanyi Bureau, every Dragon Boat Festival, there were also some reed leaves and jiangmi. The maids nearby didn't want to pack, which was Meiya's favorite bag. She felt that it was very successful to wrap the scattered jiangmi into angular zongzi. Moreover, the zongzi was delicious. It was rare for the maids to eat jiangmi once a year. Meiya was very precious, just Xiangma She said that she was stupid, others were too lazy, she was better, a person to pack dozens of people to eat zongzi, but words say so, Xiangma or patiently teach her to pack zongzi.

There are so many people in Xiangma's meeting. Meiya is still filled with emotion.

"Girl, what are your family members?" Grandma Chen put down the zongzi in her hand and looked at Meiya.

Grandma Chen wanted to ask about this for a long time, but there was no suitable opportunity. At this time, while Chen Qingxuan was not there, grandma Chen asked about them. Since Meiya lived in her house, grandma Chen has become more and more interested. How to see how the two children are matched? And Chen Qingxuan, who could not be seen before, was obviously interested in Meiya , grandma Chen can't help but be happy. At this time, she wants to ask Meiya about her family, so she can prepare the bride price later.

"My family..." Meiya obviously can't guess grandma Chen's meaning. Now she put the dumplings wrapped in her hands into the basin and said with eyebrows down, "I'm the only one in my family."

"Here What does that mean? " Granny Chen was really scared. After a pause, she carefully asked Meiya, "girl, you How about parents? "

"My parents died early," said Meiya in a deep voice. "I was sold to a large family as a girl in the early morning."

"So it is," grandma Chen sighed, patting Meiya's hand. "Girl, it's OK. You and us, aren't Qingxuan and I your family?"

"Yes," Meiya nodded with a smile, "grandma, I always appreciate you and Mr. Chen."

"If you're really grateful, don't make Mr. Chen shorter, listen to more points," grandma Chen joked deliberately. "Girl, if you're not used to calling him brother, call him by his name, or call him qingxuandu Cheng!"

"How can I do that?" Meiya was scared and waved her hand. "Grandma, don't make fun of me."

"What's a joke? I'll tell you the truth," grandma Chen said with a smile. She reached for the reed leaf and scooped the rice into it. She paused and asked Meiya, "by the way, you have no family. Who is the gentleman on the mountain? Is it your uncle? "

Meiya is stunned. The spoon in her hand falls on the ground. She is so busy to pick it up. Then she goes to the kitchen to wash it. Then she sits down again: "he is not my uncle."

"Who is that?" Grandma Chen looked at Meiya. "Is it your master?"

"Yes, he is my master." Meiya nodded, thinking in silence, if Miss Duan had not killed herself, but had come to Ninggu tower smoothly, would Zhong Mingwei be her master? It's just that Miss Duan committed suicide, and she even forgot her original identity

Grandma Chen had a meal in her hand, and a small handful of rice grains leaked out of the reed leaves. She was so busy that she took a mat and tied the zongzi and put them in the basin.

Grandma Chen's mind was in a mess. She thought about the lame man's attitude towards Meiya that morning, and the later scene when they were alone. The more she thought about it, the more wrong it was. She used to say that the lame man was Meiya's uncle, but now that she knew that they were only masters and servants, grandma Chen himself However, she was full of questions. She looked at the beautiful buds that were making rice dumplings. Her face was speechless, but Grandma Chen asked: "girl, how do you suddenly think of coming to our house to live?"